Listen deeply; silence speaks. It dances on the edge of the currents.
What happens in the moments between breath?
Shoreline whispers carry tales much heavier than sound.
The dusk is a mirror, reflecting thoughts unuttered.
Under the chill, prepare to unravel the intricate tapestry:
When you frolic amid fading light, charge the whispers; breathe life into the depths.
Consider this a continuing dialogue with silence: Waves | Chilled Reflections.